Chapter 54
Chapter 54:
Heat crept into Kailey’s cheeks beneath his gaze, and she ducked her head, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. “It’s only for a few days. Any room is fine p>
“Fair enough.” A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he let the teasing go.
Once the apartment felt familiar and she had chosen her room, the practical matter of unpacking followed naturally.
Kyson offered to help, but the image of him sorting through her belongings made her ears burn, and she hurriedly waved him off. “There really isn’t much. I can manage on my own. You should go do whatever you need p>
His eyes rested on her for a lingering second before he finally nodded. “Alright p>
He turned and strolled back toward the tall window, lifted the half-read book from the sill, and resumed reading. From the edge of his vision, he watched her dart from one corner to another, pausing now and then with a faintly irritated sigh before throwing herself back into her work. A quiet, amused smile crossed his lips. The lively domestic chaos suited the space in a way he hadn’t expected.
Rather than sit planted on the couch like a spectator, he decided he ought to contribute something useful. With a few swift taps on his phone, he arranged for fresh groceries to be delivered. Preparing a proper meal for her felt only natural.
Since her stay would last just a few days, Kailey refrained from unpacking most of her things and pulled out only the essentials—her toiletries, which she set carefully inside the bathroom.
The one inconvenience was that the guest bedroom had no private washroom, which meant sharing the one outside. It happened to sit directly beside Kyson’s bedroom. Surely the master suite had its own bathroom?
𝘋𝗈𝘸n𝘭𝗈𝖺𝖽𝘢𝖻𝗅e 𝖯DF𝘴 on 𝗴а𝗹ո𝗼vеl𝘴.𝖼𝗈m
Carrying that assumption, Kailey stepped inside—and found a sink already neatly arranged with Kyson’s personal items.
A startled flutter hit her chest, and she turned to peer disbelievingly toward the master bedroom. For an apartment this size, there was truly only one bathroom?
In the end, she let the thought go. With a small exhale, she began setting her own items beside his, the once bare counter filling gradually until the room felt unexpectedly warm and lived-in.
She drew a steady breath and turned to step out, when a mouthwatering scent drifted in from beyond the doorway.
Curiosity pulled her to a stop near the kitchen entrance. Her eyes widened at the sight of Kyson moving about with effortless ease. His suit jacket had been shed somewhere, leaving him in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves pushed casually to his forearms, the clean lines of muscle catching the light. A black apron hugged his waist, outlining the taper of his torso and the confident lines of his back as he worked.
Every contour of his figure radiated a quiet, composed vitality—broad shoulders narrowing to a trim waist, long limbs shaped by years of discipline. Only then did it strike Kailey that beneath his tailored suits, he wasn’t merely slender. He carried a surprising, sculpted strength that made him far more striking than she had ever thought to notice.
“Seen enough p>